I am at work, and it’s 7:30am, and it’s Saturday, and the scary thing is that I’ve already been up for three hours. And I’m awake. Very awake. That hyper-awake thing you get when you’re tired, right before you get sleepy. Yawn.
Last night I had one of those very unsatisfactory falling-to-sleep experiences where you’re lying there, knowing you can’t sleep, having lots of busy thoughts, knowing that you only have six hours to sleep. Now you only have five. Now you only have four and a half, and you’d like to grump to your wife about it who’s only just now coming to bed because she has a normal schedule, and she has lots of good suggestions, and tries to turn the clock around so you can’t stare at it, but you grump at her no matter what she says or how she tries to help.
Then at 4:30am, when the alarm goes off, oh, yes, I am asleep. Very asleep.
So now I’m awake but spacey. What was I going to tell you?
Oh, yes. I started a pair of socks from the TOP DOWN. I am firmly in the toe-up camp, having done a couple of pair top-down years ago and then realizing that toe-up, short-row heeled socks rock and are just plain easier. I always have three or four in progress.
But then I saw Stephanie on Knitty Gritty this week, and she made top-down socks look like fun. So I’m whipping into one now, and I’ll let you know how it goes. I have this idea that after watching her that once I’ll just try to remember her instructions, her recipe, as she called it, without looking it up, and see what comes out. I believe, because of this fact, I might be bored with toe-up. If I think winging top down socks is a hoot — that might be a sign. But you understand.
But really, that show, while fun, was weird in that during the 23 minutes Stephanie was in front of the camera, she never fell over laughing, not once. I’ve never seen her go that long — I believe it might be impossible, in fact. She told me that they edited those parts out, which made me feel better, because otherwise I’d have been worried about knit-body-snatching. (There’d be money in that.)
But why did the show do that? I have to say, even though these last few weeks have been chock-full of friends and cool people being the Hosted Designer, I can still barely watch that show. How do you suck the SOUL right out of knitting like that? (You darling Hosted Designers didn’t do it, don’t worry. You all were lovely and perfect. It’s the set and the set-uppers, I’m thinking.)
But it’s like the L Word (Showtime’s lesbian soap opera), in a way. I have to watch, because it is the Representation of My People. I used to have to watch Knitty Gritty because I’d never seen anything about knitting on TV. Now I have to watch because cool people show up and do some cool things. Hello, moebius! Hello, nice socks! Hello, dying sock yarn right on TV! Then, of course, they show some things that we won’t talk about because of that whole if you can’t say something nice rule.
How’s that for a half-assed rant? It’s too early in the morning for a real rant, I think. How ’bout a cute girls picture? Okay? Okay.
Oh, and go say hello to the decidedly blogless no-blog-Rachel. Who now has a blog. Heh. Another one bites the dust.
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